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mochisubak · 7 years ago

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The time we shared (II)

Pairing: (Baekhyun x reader) + Jongin

Genre: angst/romance

Summary: The new exhibition called “The time we shared” left a huge impression on you. Mysterious author by the initials BBH seems to have some kind of connection with your fiancé - Jongin, who doesn’t appear to be happy with the knowledge of you trying to get to know the painter. With the grand opening of your own art gallery called Prive you’ve managed to ask Jongin to invite the author. Through the foggy memories and names ringing a bell in your head you try to remember the life before the accident.

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Part I, Part II

The mud was cold and sticky, its oozing form was sweeping through your empty hands as you desperately searched for a piece of jewellery. It was probably worth more than you could imagine; you inwardly winced thinking about it so materialistically. Your knees sunk even deeper and the tips of your hair became wet from the ugly liquid. You were angry, angry at that unknown man who was oddly silent as he watched your nervous havoc but also you were angry at yourself. Your palm splashed a rather big amount of mud that went to your eyes. It burned as hell. Yelping you fell backwards and sighed. It wasn't your day. As usual. What was supposed to be a cheerful experience became a dark comedy. Even if your body screamed with adrenaline which you hadn't felt for so long, your troubled situation only worsened when you heard hooves stopping by. Turning your head to the sound you were met with the sight of the no named intruder on his horse, ready for the departure. Gathering your strength and irritation you shot up and took a snaffle of his mount in a gentle grip.

"Are you actually kidding me?" your brows furrowed as he pinched his nose. Both of you were trembling with anger. His horse nuzzled on your hand and with affection your returned that emotional gesture. "You are going back, leaving me behind?" His nostrils flared and he actually gave you a rather murderous stare. You shivered due to the fact that it was the first time he looked at you so differently.

"You are uninjured, your horse is perfectly fine. It was your engagement ring, not mine," he explained while putting emphasis on the engagement part of the sentence. Your irises found his and with a huff you stormed off in the opposite direction. What a jerk. He still hadn't moved, so you took a chance and broke a nearby branch and with a snap you threw it at him. The wooden stick hit his neck.

"Has anyone told you that you're an uptight bastard?" your scream was unnecessary, however strange feelings overcame your chest. It was as if you were burning up. Or maybe as if you were floating. You saw him observing your dirty person with a funny look on his perfect face. What? Perfect? Your thoughts were fazed due to the situation you were in.

"Many times," he softly exhaled while his gaze changed into a mellow one. "See you around, then" you watched as he galloped down the forest road. Massaging your face with hands full of mud, you shrieked into them in frustration. The fact that you've lost your ring wasn't bothering you as the thought of complete stranger ruining your fun. Adding to that an unanswered question about his identity only deepened your bitter mood. You probably looked like a crazy person, alone and covered in mud in the centre of road leading towards the stables. Shaking your head with resignation you went towards Moonlight who was peacefully nabbing at grass. After you jumped on his back you suddenly realized that you weren't even trying to find that damned ring. You didn't even like it so much. Yet, it was given to you by your fiancé. You should have been able to take care of such a precious gift. But it was gone.

Rushing your four legged friend to a steady run, your thoughts were focused on the previous meeting. Why were you so mad about? Why did you feel such a pull towards that person? Too many why's and not so many answers. After everything, it was a nice ride. You felt alive. That's what mattered.

When Jongin saw you he went into a shock. You could swear he became almost as white as the wall behind him. His pupils were shaking and his arms circled around your middle with too much affection that you had to pat his backs few times before he let you go. Well, he cared. That was obvious. Maybe you were too tired to fight him or even oppose to his commands but when he ordered you to take a long bath, you went for it. Taking off the dirty clothes you stopped by the mirror to make sure that the ugly creature staring back was in fact you. Your hair were covered in a mud, your cheeks were dirty and in few places you could spot small gashes from the branches. Your eyes shone like two focal points while you explored your creation. A bubbly sound of your giggle erupted in an empty bathroom, surprising even you. That happy moment felt so good, it almost tasted like cotton candy. You finally felt so light and young. Your fingers touched your parted lips and for a moment you could feel another pair of them kissing yours in a needy yet sweet way. Closing your eyes you tried to search for that memory, a hazy labyrinth with shadows dancing in your peripheral vision. There was that distinct scent which you associated with those lips from your daydream. A strong tinge of black sandal wood and vanilla.

When you opened your eyelids you saw your silly movements and with a sigh you moved closer to the bathtub. The water was lukewarm and pink from the mineral salt and bath bomb you bought in a vegan shop. When you were already sitting inside, your muscles relaxed. The memories. Were they real? Were they fake? Leaning against the marble rim you stared at the hanging lamp. Sometimes you had those dreams; dreams of things, words, smells that felt so real. They made you feel so calm and peaceful. You missed that feeling. They were like faint whispers of wind inside your skull.

Today you felt freedom. You were free. Riding through the forest, bathing in mud and arguing with a completely unknown person. It was probably the most exciting thing that has happened to you in a long time. Your eyes returned to your body and an empty ring finger. You didn't feel anything. You were like marble in which you were bathing. Closing your eyes you went underwater leaving reality in a crystal halo of liquid surrounding you.

For the past few days you were busy with the opening of Prive. You were the one who was in the charge of everything. DJ, checked. Food, checked. Guests, checked. Artists, checked. Your pen circled around last letter for a while. In the neat writing were written initials BBH. Jongin called you yesterday saying he had to leave to Hong Kong for a new client - before that he had promised to contact the painter. He wasn't happy. You argued about BBH almost every day. The name triggered your fiancé so much that it became almost a mystery to you. Massaging your temples you looked through the window. Autumn was in a full swing. Biting your lips you scrolled through your social media. Jongin has already landed in the other country and you felt as if he had lied to you about the artist. Gripping your mobile phone you decided to take the situation in your own hands. It was your art gallery after all. Looking at your contacts you stopped at the name which made you think of possibilities. You met Chanyeol through Jongin, before the accident and after hospitalization. He was a musician who worked on various projects. His connections were amazing because he was a social butterfly. Clicking green icon you've awaited for his answer. He picked up after two dials.

"Chanyeol? Hello, I hope I'm not disturbing," your tongue clicked when he grumbled his sleepy answer. "I'm sorry for waking you up. I have a request," he became all ears and you circled the table. "Do you happen to know the painter with initials BBH? I know you are kind of artistic yourself," you supplied with a mirth in your voice.

"BBH? Yes, he's a good guy. My friend actually," he rasped with a smile in his baritone. "Do you want his pieces at your opening?" his question hit the fan quicker than you expected.

"Yes. I would be delighted. However, please let me invite him to the opening as well. I shall thank him in person," you bit your lower lip with anticipation.

"Yeah, no problem. Does Jongin know?" the mention of your fiancé startled you.

"Kind of. He went overseas," you winced at your fake sadness. "Thank you, Chanyeol. You can drop any time you want, remember." He was the first to hang up with you. Sitting on the couch you glanced at the open planner staring back at you. It was perfect. Everything was going as you've wanted it to be. Tomorrow. Tomorrow you will start working on something that gave you the taste of independence. Prive.

Such a short word, holding so much emotions and questions.

The interior of your gallery was minimalistic and modern. White walls with silver decorations. The pieces of BBH collection were already hanged so when you saw them your heart almost burst in flames. They were beautiful. Perfect. Yes, they were like perfection. You didn't want to overdress so you decided on a dark burgundy dress with heart shaped neckline. It was hugging your breasts and waist but from there it was loose and ended before your knees. Playing with a necklace from your parents you roamed around the empty rooms to make sure everything was ready. Your up-do was classy yet you felt bare at the back of your neck. You didn't like to expose your nape and shoulders due to the scars adoring your skin. Sometimes you pretended to imagine them to be a lighting bolt because they were coming in every direction. Your hand stopped scratching onto them when you spotted a canvas full of yellow paint splashed onto line art of a couple. They were faceless and their palms were entwined. The yellow colour dripped through their hold and covered their features. Your eyes snapped to its name. "Craving you". Smile erupted on your lips. It made sense. It made so much sense. Absolutely genius. You heard people coming inside and with an exhale you were ready to welcome them all in your own bubble of happiness.

Tiredness. Bitterness. You weren't stranger to those feelings. Yet, when you looked at people staggering around your gallery with no purpose and fake adoration, you've had enough. Glancing at the watch on your wrist you were startled to find out that only three hours have passed. Jongin hasn’t been in touch with you at all. Since you've written to him about the missing ring he became more distant. Gulping on an almost empty goblet of red wine you winced at its taste. It was better than vodka or whiskey, however it didn't mean it tasted good. Your parents dropped to say congrats on the opening and left in a hurry due to their own projects. The blank faces surrounding you were like a tiny soldiers that children like to play. Circling red liquid inside the glass your focus landed on another painting. You felt so... Alone. Your ex friends were afraid to talk to you even after three years of recovering. It was as if another person had possessed you and they no longer knew who you were. Sometimes you felt like that too. Who were you after all? Touching rough tissue of your scars you winced remembering the pain of waking up to the blinding lights of hospital room.

"Have you liked my paintings so much that you've wished to have them at the opening?" you jumped at the voice coming from behind your back and with a quick reflex your head snapped towards the male. If you were more drunk you would have probably burst into a laughter seeing the man in front of you. Wearing a navy suit and sporting comma hair stood the person who rode into you last week. His lips curled at your realization and before you had a chance to overcome your shock, his extraordinary fingers appeared in front of you. "I'm Byun Baekhyun, the painter you've searched for," your eyes snapped to his hand and with a slow movement you shook his palm. There was a flicker of electric pulse coming down from the place you both touched. His skin was soft and warm. Blinking through various of emotions you regained your composure.

"I didn't imagine we would have met like that. And no, I'm not talking about today," your voice was breathy and covered in a genuine happiness. His irises widened and he almost took more steps towards you. "I was an awful brat back then. I'm terribly sorry for hitting you with the branch," he abruptly stopped and frowned at your words. The clogs in his mind were working as he took in your messy apology. His Adam's apple jumped few times before he sheepishly nodded at your awkward stance.

"It's nothing. I'm glad we didn't injury ourselves, it was dangerous thing to experience," his voice trembled but regained its strength at the end. You hummed at his explanation and invited him to come closer while leaning on the balustrade. Feeling his body next to you, your cheek found a solace on your empty palm. His eyes were cloudy and dark when he looked straight into yours. He had sharp jawline and beautiful lips. Especially when they closed around the rim of the glass. You blinked rapidly with a heat creeping onto your spine. He smirked as he spotted you lurking at his features.

"To be honest I'm really overwhelmed by this party," the truth slipped through your mounds without any problem. He arched his perfect brow at your lethargic behaviour. "These people," you murmured gesturing at the strangers below. "Do you think they care about paintings or techniques of putting an oil paint onto the canvas?" His terse giggle made you oddly calm. "Well, that's why I'm so done with it. Nevertheless, I'm truthfully thankful for your artwork. I love those pieces so much," your gaze wandered towards one of your many favourites.

"Have you seen them at the previous exhibition? At the museum of modern art?" he asked and stretched his shoulders. His black tresses softly adorned his forehead when he turned towards you.

"Yes. Your mind. I really like the way you're thinking," your goblet moved forward as he read your action and bumped his with yours.

"Then you're really perceptive," his smirk vanished in the burgundy liquid of his drink. "Do you often go riding?" he focused his hooded stare on strangers.

"Rarely," absent mindedly your hand touched scars on your back. "I had an accident three years ago," you eloped seeing his pained expression. He was hurting and you didn't know why. His almond irises shook when he glanced at the violated area of your soft tissue. "Chanyeol has already told you? I've lost my memory due to the impact of crashing into the tree," shrugging your stare dropped to his chest. He was looking at you with such a raw emotion that you almost felt trapped.

"Yeah, I've known," his whisper was soft, like a gust of the summer wind on a hot day. "It must have been hard to lose huge part of your life," his fingers slightly shook when he put the glass down.

"It was. Just a gaping hole," you've remembered waking up to people with faces you couldn't pin point. It was as if they were wearing masks preventing you from recalling their names. The agony of realizing that they were once close to you, that they were your parents and friends was almost unbearable. "It hurt much more than broken bones," you shot him nervous smile and turned left. "I wasn't even speeding so much. That night I mean. It was raining, there was a fog. I was crying, somebody was calling. Then... Nothing. Just a horrendous sound of metal scraping on the asphalt ground," those were your actual memories from before the tragedy. You knew that you were driving to someone; Jongin said you were driving home, your parents contradicted his words and told you that you were going to airport. Everyone had their own story to ease your mind. Now, you've wondered what was so important to you that you've lost all of common senses and rode in such an ugly weather, with a speed a little over the limit. Baekhyun took in your embarrassed posture with something akin to pity, however it was quickly replaced with mixture of agony and helplessness.

“How have you been?” his question did startle you because it sounded as if he was drowning and it was the last thing he could say before his inevitable death. The rawness and nakedness of his vowels and consonants made you tremble just so slightly. His irises were big and kind while looking at you with an utmost care. The rapid thoughts crossed your mind as you’ve searched for a proper answer. Truth was strange. Not because you were conflicted with your memories but due to the fact that you were unhappy. Just that.

“Frankly speaking, I’ve been living these past three years the way my family pictured my life to be,” ugliness of the reality hit you in the face. Almond eyes of the male in front of you searched through your mask to see any cracks. “I’m mostly tired. That’s all,” you eloped with difficulties yet with slow smile creeping through your parted lips.

“Life is like a movie,” his voice said as he gently tipped the goblet onto the metal balustrade. “My paintings are like picture frames that I fill in with my own stories or sentiments. I think it’s a beautiful thing. To have memories solid, to have a proof of everything. Every person you’ve ever met or food you’ve eaten,” then he laughed and it was so... nostalgic that you’ve almost tripped over your own legs. The way he talked and carried himself was sort of familiar; as if you had seen all of this before. Nevertheless, the things he envisioned were so precious and extraordinary. He opened his mouth to say something more before a sudden arrival of Chanyeol.

“Hey, I see you both chickened out of the actual party,” his deep baritone boomed above you. You giggled at his confused expression as he saw how eager Baekhyun was to finish his monologue. “Let’s not get your panties in twist, Socrates. We have to go, Junmyeon called,” your frown deepened when a soft curse filled the air. A pat on your shoulder was a goodbye from the tall guest but the strange despair overcame your heart as you glanced at hunched form of the artist. His head was lowered as he stared at the floor for a few seconds before standing up.

“Are you going to leave?” you sounded so desperate that he had caught your odd inquiry with a subtle curve of his full lips. He voicelessly nodded and both of your gazes met in a mute understanding. A goodbye. A waterfall of emotions ran through your body as he silently walked beside you, got down the stairs and exited the gallery. It was just like a damned movie; when a main character is left behind and the hole inside her chest opens a little to much. Your wobbly knees shook as a very well known scent occupied your nostrils. Black sandal wood and vanilla. Your rationality finally came to an abrupt decision. Running down while exclaiming “Excuse me,” made your breathless as you pushed heavy door. The crisp air slapped your cheeks as your shaking pupils roamed around the parking lot. There was nervousness inside you, eating you alive because you were scared. You were terrified. That damned scent, the taste of the day dream kiss and a man associated with it. Your eyes spotted a bright orange car and not caring about your high heels you’ve jumped off the curb and sprinted towards it. Two males were getting in when you were able to stop.

“Baekhyun!” your scream tore the motionless night but also made him freeze. His brown orbs found yours in an unbelievable connection. You strode to his spot with puffs of your own breath turning into a tiny fog.

“What?” the halo of the nearby street light made his skin almost golden like. He bathed in that colour as he examined your face. Your heart was almost coming through your wind pipe.

“Have we met before?” there went nothing. The scent and that honey skin. And all too familiar feeling of saying goodbye.

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enabledarmy · 5 years ago

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Me trying to keep up with the comebacks of all my groups and give them each support and attention while also appreciating the details of the new story and concept, listen to the songs and watch the comeback stages while the other groups are throwing concept photos and comeback teasers at me and the groups who just had a comeback start popping out solo debuts every other week and everyone is changing their hair

Jk I'm just failing at this point but oh well I still love them and it's the thought right 😂

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mingyus-noona · 7 years ago

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Playing with Fire, chapter 1 (Baekhyun)

Title: Playing with Fire Members/Characters: Baekhyun x Reader Fanfiction type: Story, multi-chapter Genre: Angst, Smut, Romance, Drama Chapter: 1 Word count: 2,748 A/N: It honestly does not seem like I wrote this last April. It's been so long. I actually worked on this when I should have been working on a project for my Indian Cinema class (as well as during the class lol), but oh well. Procrastinating resulted in this story, haha. Why do I always write smutty things for Baekhyun? And Xiumin? [Look for that hopefully soon ;)] ======================================================= When you got ready that morning, only a few hours ago, you never would have suspected you'd end up here, sitting on the edge of your gym teacher's very messy desk as his hand was under your gym shirt. His lips are busy on your neck, and you have a leg latched around his waist. He suddenly bites the skin of your neck hard, and that, coupled with what his hands are doing, makes a moan slip out of your mouth. You start to breathe out, " Mr. By―" "Baekhyun," he cuts you off, moving his lips to yours and kissing you as roughly as he'd just been nipping at your neck. You make a mental note to not draw any further attention to the fact that he is your teacher. "Baekhyun," he says again, and you're sure it's because he wants to hear his name come from your lips, so you comply. Not even a second later, you say it again unintentionally when you feel the hand that was cupping one of your boobs slip into your bra. You yelp in surprise and notice it brings a smirk to his face. But he looks at you to make sure you're okay, that he did not take things too far. You aren't complaining. It just surprises you. After all, you hadn't planned on making out with your teacher in his office. And you certainly hadn't planned on getting naked, losing your virginity, or whatever he had in mind. Not that he would know you were a virgin, though. You were know as one of the shy kids at school, yes, but sometimes it's the quiet ones who really surprise you. Maybe he thinks you're different. You kind of have to be if you're willing to do this. You're definitely a little scared because you don't want to embarrass yourself, but you'd feel that way around any guy, let alone your teacher. Your very attractive, young teacher. Suddenly feeling bold, you rip your shirt over your head and toss it onto his desk, effectively surprising him. His mouth drops open and you lean forward to press a rough kiss to his mouth, then you remove his shirt quickly. He looks a bit taken aback, but not in a bad way. Just surprised because you'd taken things farther, discarding both of your shirts in the span of barely twenty seconds. His hand inches forward and you assume it will go right back into your bra, or unhook the thing entirely, but he cups your cheek and kisses your lips slowly and passionately, his hand trailing down your stomach before snaking itself around your waist. "So sexy," he whispers into your ear, and you blush. He hadn't had much time to look at your body yet, but he'd apparently seen enough of it to be impressed. Ironically, it makes you want to cover your chest and stomach with your hands. Your rare moment of boldness was simply that. You have no fire to back this up, as you're completely inexperienced, unsure of what to do without making a fool of yourself. He must realize that you are distracted, because he pulls back and looks into your eyes. "Are you okay?" You take a deep breathe, hoping he doesn't notice. You nod, then reconnect your lips, tightening your grip on his neck and reaching one hand up to ruffle his hair. It'll be okay. You'd made out with guys before. And you would be lying if you'd said this hadn't been a secret fantasy of yours. If only you can tap into some sex goddess skills and impress him. It's all kind of confusing. You do like this and you'd be the biggest liar if you denied the feeling between your legs right now, or the fact that you can feel his own excitement forming. You're just afraid to mess up. You scoot away just a bit, hoping he will not sense that you are a bit uncomfortable. If you can just keep him focused on kissing long enough, the bell will ring and you'll have to go your respective ways―you to math and him to his next class. But he moves with you as you back away, thinking it's an invitation to keep going even further. His lips break apart from yours and he tells you to lie down. You bite your lip and glance at his desk. "Don't worry about the papers. It's gym class. No one gives a shit about paperwork." He kisses you again and pushes gently on your torso to get you to lie down, but then he realizes it's impractical, because his desk is too small for that and your head will probably bump against the wall. "Never mind," he says. "Here." He puts both of his hands around your waist and scoots you forward, so that you're closer to the edge of the desk again. He stares down at your gym shorts, seeming to be in thought. Then his eyes dart away and he starts to unbuckle his belt. He blushes a bit once his pants have reached the floor and he has kicked them off, along with his shoes. "If it makes you less nervous, we're kind of even now." You blush too, but you feel a little better. Maybe he actually is a good guy, like you'd imagined in your head. If he'd been purely acting on lust, he'd have torn the rest of your uniform away without second thought. Instead, he's trying to make sure you feel comfortable. "Well, besides...." He trails off, biting his lip. Your heart is beating ten times faster than normal as your reach your hands behind your back to unhook your bra, taking it off and dropping in on top of your shirt. You reach over to grab his hands and bring him closer to you, capturing his lips in another kiss. Perhaps this will not be so bad after all, if he is like this. You pull away long enough to say, "Now we are." He pulls away and you can almost hear the smirk in his voice before he even speaks. "Well, technically, I'm only wearing my underwear. You also have shorts on." "You little shit," you blurt out. He laughs, then covers his mouth with his hand. "I'm sorry," he says, still laughing. "I said technically." Then his voice gets lower, huskier. "Unless you want me to take them off. I definitely would not complain." You're sure he isn't expecting to get what he wants, which is why his facial expression is priceless when you whisper, "Go ahead.” Then you add in, "Oh, since I'm taking off two things, you're next." You almost blush and want to roll into a ball because now you've confirmed that he will get fully naked, and also implied that because you're now taking turns, you'll have to take off your last piece of clothing as well. He sighs. "Fair enough." He helps you hop off of his desk so he can slide your shorts off, then he sets you back on the desk and stands in between your legs. He chuckles. "They match." You're confused for a second, but then you realize he is talking about your underwear matching your bra. "Oh." You blush. "Yeah." There's a silence in the air and he stares down at your body, looking like he's asking for permission. “You can...you know," you say. Please. It's not like I'd know where to start. He clears his throat. "Okay," he says, his voice now sounding a little dry. He inches his hand forward and then looks up at you to see if you'll protest before he slips his hand into your underwear. This wasn't part of your fantasy, but with how good he has you feeling in such a short time, you don't know how it wasn't. You toss your head back and moan his name, glad you aren't so close to the wall anymore or you'd have gotten a headache and a bump to remember the incident. His lips quickly cover yours to drown your response into the space of his mouth. He decides it's best to play it safe and pulls his hand away. "Not that hearing you like that is off-putting or anything. We just can't risk people hearing us." You nod understandingly, but you also pout. You'd always been terrified to be in this kind of situation―sex, not sex with your teacher, but now you supposed it was that too. It seemed messy, awkward, and you always thought you'd be too embarrassed to do it. You'd thought about trysts with your favorite celebrities or crushes, sure, but turning that into reality? You never expected that to happen this soon. You can hardly even believe that you'd been so willing to take this the whole way already. No more than twenty minutes, it seemed. He is still just your gym teacher, yet here you are, ready to completely lose your virginity. His comments seem to be helping, though. Seeing the effect you're having on him is helping build up your confidence. You're about to make some flirty response, something along the lines of "Oh, so we're ending it here?" But he beats you to it. "But that doesn't mean we can't do other things. We just need to be careful. Take a deep breath, because we're going to be kissing for a while so no one can hear us." You smile a little, because he wants this too. You nod, then reach over to pull his boxers down. He steps out of them and kicks them to the side, then removes your underwear and tosses them aside. “Hold on a second," he says as he bends down to pick his pants up from the floor. He retrieves a condom from his wallet, then puts it on. "Ready?" he asks. You nod again, wrap your arms around his neck, and start kissing him, but not before taking his advice and breathing in deeply so that you'll have enough air to last for a while. He laughs briefly as he notices this, but is cut off by your lips. His hands settle on your waist and he steps closer, using his knees to spread your legs open a little more. You don't know what makes you say it, but just as you start to feel him enter you, you say, "Um...I'm a virgin." His lips, which had connected with yours again automatically, pulled back as he realized what you'd said. He steps away from you, taking the condom off and tossing it into the trash-bin next to his desk. No chance of continuing now. "What?" you ask. He shakes his head. There's a slight look of guilt on his face. "It's not illegal," you say. He must have remembered the situation you two were in. "Just...frowned upon." "It's not that. I mean, yes, this shouldn't be happening. I'm your teacher....But I'm talking about taking your virginity from you." You interrupt him. "It's not really taking it. You're not stealing anything. I'm offering it up. Besides, someone has to do it. Is it that bad if it's you?" "Not like this. In my office?" He shakes his head again. "That's not romantic." A laugh slips out of your mouth. "That's what you're worried about? First times are always supposed to be awkward, right? Would it be any different if it had been somewhere else? Really, do you think this would happen anywhere else but here? It's not like we'd run into each other at some bar and you'd take be back to your place." "You deserve to have a nice first time. Look around. If you haven't noticed, my office looks like shit. Smell that fridge. I'm sure there's something dying in there." You both chuckle. He takes your hand and rubs your palm with his fingertips. "It's hard to enjoy yourself when you're constantly worrying about someone walking in. You shouldn't have to do that." "Fine," you sigh. You start to get dressed in your undergarments, and he tosses you your gym uniform to put on as he pulls on his own clothes. "You have 18 minutes to do something about that." You glance down at his crotch. He rolls his eyes at you. "And you have 18 minutes until your next class. You should probably just hang around in the locker room until class is over. You don't want anyone asking why you're showing up with only a few minutes of lunch left....Sorry about that, by the way." "What?" "Aren't you hungry?" You roll your eyes. "I'm fine." You walk towards the door, but before you can open it, you feel his hand around your wrist. He turns you to face him, kisses you, and then whispers, "Next time." "When? Where?" It obviously will not be here. Not unless you want to repeat this whole thing all over again and end up with twice as much pent up frustration and unfulfilled desire. He shrugs. "I don't know yet, but I'll let you know." And then like he can sense your impatience, he adds, "Soon. I promise." "Like, this weekend soon?" It's Thursday. "My parents are usually not home on the weekends." You raise your eyebrows, staring at him knowingly. He shakes his head. "Too risky. We need a place where there's absolutely no chance of getting caught or bothered by anyone else. And we need a full-proof plan so your parents don't get suspicious." You roll your eyes again. "I'm 18. they don't need to know everything I do. And they're not that strict. If I tell them I'm hanging out with a friend or going to the mall or something, they'll believe me." He sighs a bit in relief, glad he is not dealing with tougher parents or a military dad. "Okay. But even though they're not some set of military drill sergeant parents who will literally kill me―who knows maybe they will?―it can't be this weekend. Or, well, it technically can. It just can't be your house. No matter how laid-back they are." "What about your place? You don't live with your mom, right?" You giggle. "Ha-ha, very funny. No, I do not live with my mom. But I do have a roommate." "Let me know when he's not home." You kiss him quickly. The clock on the wall reminds you of your soon-approaching math class. "Thanks. I only have 16 minutes now." You glance down again to give him another reminder that he has something to take care of before his next class arrives. You leave the room, but then can't help but return a few seconds later. "Forget something?" he asks, smirking. "Okay, I know I just blamed you for making me wait around longer, but I needed to know. What made you kiss me? I'm not complaining, and it seemed like I was imagining it in my head anyway, but what made you do it?" He smiles at the fact that you'd imagined doing that with him. "I don't know. You've just been seeming more outgoing lately. You caught my attention." He clears his throat. He bites his lip and wonders if he should say it or not. "You were always quiet before. I barely noticed you. You just seem more, I don't know, mature lately. And, uh, trust me, I wouldn't have made a move if I didn't know this was a senior gym class. Because all of a sudden you just started to turn me on. Whoever designs these uniforms needs to simultaneously be awarded a substantial prize and be arrested. Who knew they could be so tight?" His fingers rub at the fabric of your shirt. You chuckle. "Thank goodness for dryers. My shirt accidentally shrunk a while ago and I was worried it'd be too small on me....Guess it came in handy after all, huh?" He nods, staring down at your lips. He quickly glances out the door to see if anyone is there before he kisses you lightly. "Yes....And while you're at it, please shrink the shorts as well. And all your other clothes." He cocks his head, in thought. "I haven't even seen you in regular clothes, now that I think about it." "Oh, you will. Soon." You take the chance to leave the room, trying to saunter off as sultrily as you can manage. But what have you gotten yourself into? How are you going to focus in the next three classes you have today? Or during your classes tomorrow, especially Mr. By―Baekhyun's? How are you supposed to manage thinking about anything else but his promise―if he intends to keep it, that is. You don't think he is lying, but maybe he'll come to his senses and realize the whole thing cannot happen, under any circumstances, no matter if you're 18 or not.

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an-annyeoing-writer · 4 years ago

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vulnerability. – chap. 4.

Story info:

Pair: Byun Baekhyun x Reader

Rating: +18 for mentions of s*x and violence (future chapters)

Genre: angst, smut

Chapter info:

Release date: 3rd September 2021

Word count: 3 224

Warnings: none

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Previous (Chap. 3.) Chap. 4.

“You want to be a pet?”

He stands up; he’s right in front of you, if you so much as leaned forward a little bit, your forehead would touch his thigh. You slightly crave the touch; but not enough to move, not when you grow petrified. The question is rhetorical. You wait for him to finish the thought.

“Then I’ll treat you like one.”

Without waiting for your reaction, he steps behind you. You hear shuffling in what had to be a box placed somewhere behind your back; you see nothing.

But you hear the harsh, recognizable clink of metal and your stomach drops.

You dare not to look. You can only try to guess what is coming, as the cold object is suddenly dropped onto your neck, making you gasp. A heavy chain wraps around it, not tightly enough to put pressure with tightness; with its heaviness, though, it still does – not pressing against your throat, but pushing your neck down by its nape.

Baekhyun pulls on the leather leash attached to the collar, making you double over to the side; you have to put your hand on the floor to support yourself. He doesn’t speak as he pulls once again, as though he were commanding you – you take the cue to crawl behind, at least that much he doesn’t have to say. Where you’re going – you have no clue. The door is opened and you crawl outside of the room. Your hands feel small pieces of dirt digging into them, your knees begin to cramp, your head is forced slightly upwards with the way the collar presses into your chin, when pulled on. You try to hurry yourself a bit, just so that the leash doesn’t pull that hard, and you manage to almost match your pace with Baekhyun’s – except, he reaches his hand behind, pulling you back by the leash to stop you from going too fast.

It lasts merely seconds before the two of you are in the kitchen.

The leash is hung on the door knob, so you stay where you’re left. Baekhyun goes towards the counters and starts searching through them for something, but his back prevents you from seeing, exactly what he’s doing. You only hear the quiet sounds of dishes being moved, but which one is taken out – you’re unable to tell. You lose yourself in your thoughts for just a moment, but it’s enough so that you be woken up by the sound of the fridge being closed. What did he take out, what did he leave in there?

You find out soon enough as he turns around with a dog bowl in his hand. You wish it was filled with the potato chips he ate before. It’s not – the thing inside actually looks like dog food, and your face must be showing terror at the sight, because Baekhyun merely smirks at that; you actually allow yourself to stare at him in disgust.

“N-no” you utter in shock.

You hold your breath.

The bowl is finally put in front of you and you exhale shakily in relief; the smell is sweet, it’s just breakfast cereal. Shaped like dog food of sort, or maybe just ambiguous enough for you to make the terrifying assumption in the circumstances given.

“Come on. Be a dog, woof” he mocks you; you need to force yourself not to glare at him for that. Your heart beats fast, your stomach feels tight; humiliation, he said.

Your arms shake as you lower yourself down. You glance at him only once; his grin ever-present. Finally, you open your mouth and try to maneuver the food into your mouth.

The first mouthful feels awkward. The second is less, but you still struggle. With the third, you find yourself imitating what you’ve seen animals do, and it becomes easier. In the silence surrounding you, there’s only the soft sound of cereal crunching between your teeth, way louder than it would be, if eaten in the traditional way – with milk at least.

It would be a fool’s dream to think that Baekhyun would let you eat in peace; as soon as you find yourself accommodating, he steps forward. You hesitate before taking the next mouthful; you only stare in disbelief as he kicks the bowl. Some of the cereal scatters onto the floor. You know what he wants you to do. You don’t hesitate too long. It’s food; for once, you don’t want to waste it.

You’re on the floor, eating breakfast cereal off the floor, the leash attached to the door knob pulls on your neck, but not enough to stop you. You feel humiliated… and dirty.

And what shocks you the most; you don’t mind it anymore.

“Good girl.” The words go through your body like a wave of electricity. Your skin tingles in satisfaction. Your tongue picks up every single crisp off the floor, no longer cognizant of the dirt you pick on the way. You know you’re being watched – you don’t need to look up for that. But it’s like the other’s content spreads through your body as excitement.

Baekhyun crouches in front of you and you let out a small whimper as he grabs your collar and pulls you up.

“Look at me.” You do without hesitation. The collar is held so tightly that your head won’t move. “I’m going to hit your face now. Do you understand?” You let out a small whimper, but you understand; and you don’t want to refuse it, you don’t want to spoil this moment. You give small nods, as far as the position allows you to.

The first strike, you don’t see coming; Baekhyun slaps your left cheek with his hand, and you flinch at its suddenness, but what follows is a small moan on your side. It hurts so good – not in a masochistic way, though; it hurts so good because he looks pleased.

The second is given to your right cheek with the backside of the same hand. It’s weaker, but your skin tingles after.

The third is even harder than the previous ones and your face snaps to the side. You let out a whimper; the pain is more than you expected, tears appear in corners of your eyes. But you don’t want it to stop. The look on Baekhyun’s face, his satisfaction and contentedness with your obedience – you don’t want it to stop.

He grabs the collar with his right hand and slaps you with the other, to your right cheek again, and your eyes spill tears.

He grabs your chin as the other hand still holds the collar tightly, looking at you intensely. You whimper again; no words want to come through. You’re a dog, humiliated and hurt, and hurting oh so good.

“You did well.”

The chain falls off your neck.

You feel like you’re floating.

* * *

Baekhyun’s arms were extended, as if anticipating your fall. Exhaustion washed over you and you doubled over, landing in his embrace; said embrace was warm, and so were his soft words of comfort as he stroked your back, patiently waiting for you to get down from your high. It felt natural, the gentle touch and proximity like something you’ve been only waiting for, and Baekhyun welcomed you in, letting your emotions fall. The sudden relief left you dizzy for the next few minutes that the two of you spent on the floor, until you finally felt enough in your right mind to gently push yourself away.

You stared up at Baekhyun with your eyes big and unsure; you were at ease, but there were so many thoughts still on your mind.

You did well.

You needed those words. They were the reassurance that grounded you in the end, that kept you from doubting yourself now. The thing you’ve done, the questionable behavior, humiliating yourself – things you thought you’d never do even with nobody else around; you felt exposed, and still a little bit ashamed of yourself. It would take time to get used to something like this, undoubtedly.

But, that’s where Baekhyun’s touch came; not disgusted or awkward, but calming and confident.

Was he proud of you? Was he, really, pleased with you? You did as well as you could, but… was it, still enough for him to accept you? What if you were not what he looked for?

“Don’t think so much” he spoke suddenly, pressing his hand against your forehead. “Here, calm down. You can think later, right now just relax. Come here.”

He stood up, putting a hand on the small of your back to guide you up.

Careful to not have you step on the bowl, he led you back to the living room. The old painting stared back at you as you approached it, sitting on the couch underneath it and relaxing into the velvet cushions.

“How are you feeling?” Baekhyun sat by your side. Your eyes slipped closed when he gently touched around your neck. It was reddened, especially in those few places where the chain pinched your skin – nothing serious; Baekhyun massaged your skin gently, looking for any concerning reactions.

“Very… tired” you admitted. No more words wanted to come up; too many thoughts swirled inside of your mind, not taking a definite form just yet and not allowing you to decide for sure, what you wanted to say. “You?”

Baekhyun grinned, clearly holding back a laughter.

“Happy” he answered. “You want to nap? I can fetch you a blanket.”

“Hm…”

You wanted to say that you only needed a few minutes to get back into shape, but soon enough, Baekhyun took your indecisiveness as a cue to get up and pull a blanket out of a box hidden in the nearby armchair. The blanket was soon enough wrapped around your shoulders, and you felt yourself sink into the sofa’s mattress.

“You’ve done well, I mean it. Take some rest. I’ll be in my office if you need anything, alright?”

You only nodded shortly, but your eyes were already closed, and the darkness behind them crept into your mind, swallowing you in and drowning in the sweet unconsciousness.

* * *

The exact same Saturday evening, but some long hours later, you were sitting in the small room of your dirty apartment, your clothes left lying on the floor where you left them upon entering, a bowl of chips in your lap as you had your gaze fixed on the screen in front of you – a movie playing, some fantasy series that you’ve never heard of before but your friend recommended to you; it felt like just about the right time to watch it, after months of delaying and delaying. The movie wasn’t as good as the friend said, the quality of effects quite outdated and the actors sounding just a bit too fake. The plot was still consuming enough for you to stay there, buried under blankets, deciding to take this evening off from everything and just allow yourself the sweet recovery, even though you knew tomorrow wouldn’t be so sweet anymore.

Tomorrow, you decided, you’d start studying – anything that required some looking back on the notes and lectures, some readings you hadn’t gone through yet although you should have. You expected yourself to feel sluggish and tired on that day, as was usual after the messy night shifts and irregular sleep, but maybe, just maybe, you’d still be able to accomplish a thing or two.

And what then?

Then, you concluded, there would be Monday, and you’d fall back into the cycle of university and work, work and university, more university, more work, repeat. Because there was no way that anything would pull you out of this cycle.

You strongly believed that good things didn’t happen to just anyone. There’s a limited amount of blessings that one person may get. Nice experiences happen at the price of missing them when they’re gone and the heartbreak when the hopes turn futile.

You remembered how your middle school looked. There was that classmate of yours that you liked – a weird boy, but weirdness was kind of the right vibe to go for, so you ate it up. You remembered he was nice to you once or twice and you felt like you were finding your way in life. Everyone was starting to date at that age, why would you be any different? Everyone had to find someone at one point or another. So you even allowed yourself to ask that boy what he thinks of you.

Of course it was a futile hope of yours, ended with embarrassment and humiliation when he seemed almost disgusted when answering your question, uncomfortable and unwilling to talk to you any longer.

Such a thing happened once or twice in later years too, as you grew up. Disgust and confusion on your former crush’s faces grew more prominent, engraving itself in your memory and self-esteem. And although you were willing to believe you were not meant for relationships, as simply as that, the truth went a bit deeper – to other relationships as well, to your family not really wanting to spend time with you if it wasn’t official, to finding out your classmates went together to this super exciting concert you hadn’t even known about until it was already in the past. So what you learned at that stage was that you’re not meant for people, that maybe you’d spend all your life as a side character in their stories, never making it any closer to the main character, or to even knowing, who they were.

You wished, though, like a yearning of sort, to have this main character, a novel’s hero, in your life as well. You felt like a thread of a story, but one that had been abandoned by the writer, left somewhere in the past and unable to blossom without the right story to attach it to; waiting for it to happen from the depths of the writer’s drawers – a diamond in the rough, yet to be shaped and made as beautiful and valuable as it was initially meant to be.

Rare moments of nicety made you believe there was some good in the world just waiting for you. But you refused to take them for granted, hence why you decided to believe in the worst case scenario instead.

Yet, the chips held in your lap have never tasted this fulfilling, the blanket had never felt this soft and warm, and the movie, although not all that good in quality, gave you more entertainment than you expected it to. Everything was in the right place, you were in the right place. Something was just perfect about this soft afterglow, even about the slight scratching around your throat and the tenderness of your cheeks.

The sound of your phone ringing startled you and you stared at the screen for a few seconds before finally reading what was displayed on it.

It was his name, and you were somehow confused to see it. You picked up, though.

“Hi there” Baekhyun spoke, in a slightly awkward but soft tone that you’d already heard before. It set you at ease, even despite the bit of nervousness that made you hesitate for a second before answering.

“Hi there, what’s up?” you tried to sound as chill as possible, taken what happened between the two of you merely hours ago.

“I’m alright, doing some work now.”

“Oh. Am I disturbing you?”

“Um… No?”

It was him who called, you dumb hoe.

“Oh. Okay.” You started nervously biting on your fingernail.

“I just wanted to ask if you’re alright. Do you need anything? Do you have enough food at home?”

You stared blankly at the bowl of chips.

“Um, no… I mean yes, I have food, I don’t need anything, thank you…?” you tried to figure out what the appropriate response to the questions could be, but you had genuinely no clue where they came from, really.

There was a short silence on the other side, only adding to your uncertainty.

“Do you know what aftercare is?”

The question took you aback and for a few seconds your mind went blank. Only then did you realize – of course you know what it is, you’ve heard this term countless times before, you definitely gave it a thought or two among your other life considerations.

“I do. I mean, generally, I do know the term. Why are you asking?”

“You sound surprised that I’m calling. I feel like you’re not completely aware of what I’m trying to do. And it’s okay, I just want you to know that I don’t treat it lightly. Everyone’s different and it takes time to get a good grasp of another person’s needs. So I prefer to be careful here. I’m not calling because I expect you to reassure me that I haven’t hurt you, in fact, I’ll appreciate honesty more than reassurance like that. But primarily, I’m calling to reassure you. So please tell me, if everything is okay, or if you’d like to talk. We haven’t gotten to talk about everything yet, and – please don’t be scared when I say it this way, I just don’t know how else to phrase it – you must know it just needs to happen, sooner or later.”

You took his words in calmly, finding no flaw in his logic. In fact, you didn’t talk about the scene yet – you left as soon as you recovered, wanting some time to release the tiredness, and, also, not wanting to bother him with your presence any further. Your thoughts followed this track: if it was nice and both of you enjoyed it, why would you now need to tone it down with conversation or stay there and fight the pleasant mood? But the more you thought, the more you realized how wrong of an assumption it was. You needed a conversation, you needed to acknowledge all that happened, understand it on a higher level than your hormones simply took in. And it was not only you that needed that – so did he. It was enjoyable, but things that were done needed to be eventually assessed.

“I mean it when I say I’m alright” you finally answered. “Could we meet in a few days to talk? Is it okay with you? I think I need to recover first” you suggested slowly, not wanting to give him any reasons to worry.

“Alright, that sounds good.” You sensed a smile in his voice, and he ended the sentence with a small, innocent laugh. “What day sounds the best for you?”

You muttered to yourself for a second or two, trying to recall this week’s plans.

“Tuesday?”

“Sorry, not an option for me. Maybe Thursday?”

Your internal calendar didn’t reach that far with full certainty.

“I’ll message you before and let you know if I can, alright?”

“Sounds good. Talk to you soon, then. And drink lots of water in the meantime.”

“Oh. Yeah… you too” you uttered, but the call had already ended and you were left with a sluggish “beeeep” one after another echoing in the speaker by your ear.

After a few seconds, you allowed yourself to slowly put it down.

You felt at ease, and even the poor acting skills of the movie’s main character didn’t have the power to make your evening even one bit worse.

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Please, reblog if you enjoyed, it’ll help me a bunch!

Next update: Around November

Author’s note: Hi guys, it's me again! Not much to say today - job has been kicking my ass, hence why it took me ages to update. Hope you still enjoyed, though!

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milkybonya · 3 years ago

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tagged by @rutoren ty bby ily!!!

trope game c:

slow burn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // oh no there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt-comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi-chapter // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high school romance or middle aged romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbors or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or gender bend // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane

tagging~ @starlostseungmin @daybreakx @baekhyuns-lipchain @sunoo-bby @chewryy + anyone who wants to do this and also no pressure to the people i tagged! ily all so much <33

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authors-dumpster · 6 years ago

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Beaver Creek, the Ritz Carlton, and Byun Baekhyun. What more could Park Chanyeol want for a perfect vacation? However, a week together in Colorado proves more formidable than predicted- Chanyeol can't keep ignoring the flutter of his heart and the twist of his gut every time Baekhyun so much as even smiles at him. Chanyeol hopes that he can figure this all out before he does something stupid, or maybe he'll finally do something right.

#chanbaek #park chanyeol #byun baekhyun #exo #엑소 #chanbaek fanfic #my work #fanfic #ao3 #completed work #multi chapter

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yehet-me-up · 4 years ago

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Content Tag Game

Tagged by EXO sister-wife Kat @yeoldontknow <3 1. what fandoms have you written for (but do not currently)?

2. what fandoms are you currently writing for?

3. how long have you been writing? on this blog?

uhhh I definitely wrote half of several harry potter and lotr fanfics in HS but that was ‘the dark times’ many moons ago. so as an adult this is my only fandom! just stumbled into kpop and stumbled onto fanfics in the most backwards way possible (was sent a meme of a 1D ‘imagine’ and was like hey I wonder if they have these for kpop and then I found them and they were not a meme, but were fucking incredible AND NOW 4 YEARS LATER (started August-ish 2017???) here we are hahaha)

4. on which platforms do you post your stories?

oh dear god i just remembered I have an AO3 account..... WHOOPS, shit 😅 might need to, y’know, update that at some point. jfc adhd object permanence is something else.

5. what is your favorite genre to write?

Personally it’s sci fi/fantasy, but here in the fanfic space I’d say..... uhh slice of life, romance, angst but make it a happy ending?? fanfic is a way for me to share all the sort romantic hopeful feelings I have about love and life and friendship and purpose 💕

6. are you a pantser or a planner?

Used to be a pantser when I started this (and when fics used to be like ?? 3k-5k) now that fics in general are longer for one-shots and series my good lord I need an outline. Especially for exo mall which is *insert meme of crazy guy with the bulletin board* a lot for my brain haha

7. one shot or multi-chapter?

8. what is the perfect chapter length in your opinion?

I’d say mine are usually 5k or so?? some series were shorter per chapter, depending on subject matter. I tend to write like... interconnected long as frick oneshots, so i don’t count those as chapters ☠️

9. what is your longest published story? is it complete?

uhhhhh good question haha. my book was 95k and I think exo mall is like *dammit math* 140k or something that has significantly gotten out of hand. I have two more fics so it will probably be like 180ish when it’s done?? not including the drabbles to come haha

10. which story did you enjoy working on the most?

I loved No Quarter and torturing Kat with her husband, also staying up all night to finish Chanyeol’s exo mall knowing kat had NO idea it was coming was a BLAST. Kyungsoo’s exo mall was one of the most ‘in the flow’ writing experiences i’ve ever had. I wrote this Baek oneshot at like 3am when i couldn’t sleep once and tbh it felt like I wrote it in a dream. ja;slkfjasd I love so many of these this is like a trip down memory lane, so I’m going to be a wh*re and say two more haha. This is the most honest and close to ‘real life’ thing I think I’ve written on here (and also one of the only sex scenes I didn’t lose my goddamned mind trying to write a;sldkfja;sdf). And lastly Ablaze, which was the longest thing I’d written (I think) and let me know that hey? maybe I could write a book someday <3

11. favorite request you’ve have written and why (if any?)

This request for Exo Mall Baek was such a joy to write! And for some reason this Taeyong drabble makes me wish I had the time/energy to write it into a full story, it gripped me so much when I wrote it, like a movie had fully downloaded into my brain out of nowhere.

12. are there reoccurring themes in your stories?

For sure! I’d say found family is a big one. Trusting that you’ll find your place even if things don’t make sense or you feel unsure. Believing that love is worth the risk and fear of trusting someone ;laksjdfal;sd. That love can be big gestures and super intense, but that after that fades away it’s the small daily moments that matter most - the people who stay and listen when you’re sad, holding hands and forehead kisses, taking care of people when they’re sick or scared or just need company, showing up to try again or to communicate even when things are hard.

Someone commented on a fic of mine ages ago that I helped them see that real love (of that small, daily, consistent kind) is possible and MAYHAPS I cried because underneath it all, that’s what I’d want people to take away - that love of all kinds is scary, but it’s always worth it in the end <3

13. current number of wips?

Surprisingly just ... 3? wow how time has changed hahaha. I have Jun + Baek for exo mall (plus some drabbles but that will be something people write in about, so I wouldn’t consider them wips) and then I maaaaay continute on here with the Jun + Min regency baes series. We shall see :)

14. three things you have noticed about your own writing?

1. I can’t NOT write Baekhyun as the biggest cheesy dork in the entire world 2. That I’ll always have endless fantasy world to live in. I have to try actively to not start new WIPs because it’s so damn easy to be inspired. If I’m ever bored I know that I can jump into some story and let myself be carried away for a while 3. that who and how i am in real life is not usually the same person that i am when it comes to the vibe of my writing, and that that’s totally okay <3

15. a quote you like from a published story.

“I wish it had been with someone like you, though,” you say, squeezing his hand.

“Someone like me?” he says, raising his eyebrows, waiting for an explanation.

You look down at the floor, trying to figure out how to put how he makes you feel into words. “Yeah, someone strong, and steady. And safe.”

He lets out a laugh. “Safe? That sounds awfully similar to boring.”

“No, no. You don’t understand,” you say emphatically, coming to stand fully in front of him, grabbing his other hand as well. “You never ask me to be anything but who I am. You’re patient, kind, caring. For the longest time I thought that falling in love would be stifling. That it would… I don’t know, take my independence. Take my spirit. Make me into someone I don’t recognize.”

You step closer, holding his face in your hands. “But I can’t think of anything I want more than to be with you. You make me the best version of who I am. I don’t know how it is for you, being with me. But when I’m with you, it just feels like… home,” you finish gently.

- from Kyungsoo’s exo mall because THIS is how I feel about falling in love now, and this story was me working out what I believed about the process (like a goddamned emo bish haha)

16. a quote from an unpublished story.

For a moment you allow yourself this weakness. It won't destroy you to admire the strong lines of his body, the intensity and focus in the set of his brows, the deep, warm color brown of his eyes as they - oh lord, he's looking directly at you. As he notices you watching him his lips press into a small smile, inclining his head towards you.

'Oh no,' you say, mortified. In a breath you've blinked and drawn your arm through Maggie's, weaving your way through the crowd and dragging her with you.

'What's wrong?' she hisses in your ear, slightly off-kilter from the drink and revelry. 'You're going to tear my arm off.’.

'Sorry, he -' With a hand you push through the front doors, gulping in the cool night air and breathing deeply to steady the erratic pace of your heartbeat. 'Maggie, what's happening to me? He looked at me and I felt so... naked. I can't explain it.'

She realizes you aren't in actual distress and laughs. 'Good. About time you fell in love. I'm delighted.'

- From perhaps a future chapter of Jun and Min regency baes series....

17. space for you to say something to your readers.

Thank you so much. Truly, from the bottom of my heart. This fandom brought writing back into my life after such a long time away and I had no idea I would love it so much. The friends it’s brought me and the kind words that made me cry or cheered me up on a shitty day or made me laugh out loud and the watching other writers grow on their journeys. Getting to hear how something I made could help you feel less alone or less sad on a shitty day is all I’ve ever wanted from sharing all this. Thank you for being here and thank you for sharing parts of yourself with me <3

Tagging anyone who sees this who would like to do it, even if you don’t consider yourself a “real writer” yet (yes you are, stop doubting yourself!!!!) 😘

#taggity tag

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glitxhwayventeen · 4 years ago

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Wonwoo

Genre/Warnings: multi-member au (different scenarios), werewolf au, fantasy, smut, angst, fluff, potential blood mentions, genocide, runaways, domestic violence, child abuse, violence. Any others will be put as warnings when future chapters are thought up/written.

Please remember that this is a work of fiction! It’s just for fun!

Past Life

Family: Mom, Dad, and 1 Younger Brother

Mom: Chaeyoung

Dad: Baekhyun

Brother: Bohyuk (3 years younger than him)

Nationality: Korean

Age: (In my universe) 55 years old (96’ liner irl)

Story: His story is a bit interesting. As stated in his form page, he has premonitions. He’s gotten them since he was a little before he even shifted. So he decided a long time ago when he got one about a large pack of boys, that he would leave home when he phased for the first time to find them. He knew they were going to be his pack. He told his parents exactly what was going on and they respected his decision. His father was a werewolf. He used to speak to his brother but as time went on, it just didn’t feel right to do anymore so he stopped. That was about 20 years ago.

(Updated 7/19)

#seventeen x reader #seventeen fanfic #seventeen au #seventeen angst #seventeen fluff #seventeen smut #seventeen #svt wonu #svt wonwoo #svt au #wonwoo

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ao3feed-ateez · 6 days ago

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The Heart Of Satire

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/ZbFRAdm by tearsofmidsummer It's the same old story- a Jackson Wang party gone wrong following the passing of Harry Styles, a kidnapping by Bang Chan, and now you're somehow the missing piece of the 'Mafia Puzzle'. You didn't ask for this life, but your parents made that decision for you upon selling you to Bang Chan and then dying out of nowhere. But is it the same old story? After you set off a chain reaction of unfortunate events upon accidentally revealing Jungkook's middle name and getting pushed into oncoming traffic by a girl who looks like her name would be Lisa, Baekhyun and Chanyeol, the guardian witches of humanity, send you back in time to that very afternoon- giving you one last chance to not only keep Jungkook's middle name a secret, but to take down Bang Chan and the mafia - as destiny intended. Sprinkled with satire, recreational drugs, the tropes we've come to know and love, and most importantly, little to no effort, The Heart of Satire™ is a story that will make you laugh. And then wish you were unable to comprehend the English language. STARTED: 2025/01/08 ENDED: 2025/??/?? Words: 14750, Chapters: 16/?, Language: English Fandoms: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS, Stray Kids (Band), GOT7, ATEEZ (Band), NCT (Band), BLACKPINK (Band), EXO (Band), RIIZE (Band), TWICE (Band), SEVENTEEN (Band), Original Work Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Multi Characters: Bang Chan (Stray Kids), Jeon Jungkook, Jackson Wang, Song Mingi (ATEEZ), Shin Ryujin, Choi Jisu | Lia, Jung Sungchan, Jennie Kim, Yoo Jeongyeon, Megan Thee Stallion (Musician), Austin Post | Post Malone, Kim Heechul, Harry Styles, Jojo Siwa, Oli London, Mark Tuan, Mark Lee (NCT), Original Characters, Reader, Suh Youngho | Johnny, Nakamoto Yuta, Choi Seungcheol | S.Coups, Lee Jihoon | Woozi, Kim Mingyu (SEVENTEEN), Song Eunseok, Osaki Shotaro, Lee Chanyoung | Anton, Park Wonbin (RIIZE), Hong Seunghan, Lee Sohee (RIIZE), Park Jimin (BTS), Miguel O'Hara Relationships: Bang Chan (Stray Kids)/Reader, Jeon Jungkook/Reader, Jennie Kim/Reader, Mark Lee (NCT)/Reader Additional Tags: Satire, Crack Treated Seriously, Humor, Attempt at Humor, Romance, Gangs, Witches, Reader-Insert, Jeon Jungkook is Bad at Feelings, Alpha Bang Chan (Stray Kids), Insanity, Comedy, Second Chances, House Party, Infiltration, Suggestive Themes read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/ZbFRAdm

#ao3feed #ateez fic #ateez rpf #ateez fanfic #kpop rpf

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jeongjaebae · 4 years ago

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1. Who is your favorite member to write for? Based of the studies of 100 Yale students, they have come to the conclusion that your favorite character is indeed the Korean hottie, male Lee Hyunjae. Would you like to elaborate on this discovery?

2. What character do you find the most difficult to write for? And why, since we know you like them difficult. You like a challenge. But, so do we, so no judgement there.

3. Do you have a favorite scene you’ve written? Scientists have said it to be a scene were Hyunjae is being the punching bag for comedic relief? Is that true? Explain.

4. Did you have any ideas that didn’t make the final cut? We have been notified through our secret source that a specific scene did not make the cut for the Sunwoo Soulmate AU. And with some digging, we have confirmed the fact that you are indeed gatekeeping a very steamy scene. Care to explain?

5. Do you listen to music when writing? If yes, please do tell.

7. What story do you feel the proudest of? We know it's not Take A Hint which is borderline plagiarism, but moreover slander. So please inform the viewers of the fic you're most attached too.

8. Do you prefer writing one-shots or multi chaptered stories? We know you have commitment issues and it will play into this question. But that is ok. Who doesnt have commitment issues in 2021? We support you. We love you.

9. If you had to assign a song to a fic, which would you assign? Why? Do please keep in mind the age of your audience and choose your words carefully as we'd like to make sure everyone is comfortable.

11. How would you describe your style? (Character/emotion/action-driven, etc)

12. Who is your favorite author? Why? What led you to fall in love with their words? What led you to be in love?

13. When did you start writing fanfics? What moved you to become an author of many poetic words? Who inspired you? Did you ever expect to make it this far?

14. How do you feel about your older work? Would you like to burn next to them like everyone else, or do you remain optimistic and see it as growth in progress?

no you didn't. i've been laughing all day already and now we have a hyunjae literature review aldkfja KOREAN HOTTIE LEE HYUNJAE

1. FINE it's hyunjae and he's fun to write ok 🙄 would've said juyeon but i think i'm past that phase :') oh but i also do like writing sunwoo in certain contexts, e.g. you look hideous on me

2. i do like a challenge 🙄 but uh maybe kevin and haknyeon? as most difficult within tbz? which is why they're not on my mlist yet...

3. the sm*t scene that ur not getting 😶 jk hmm i really liked the rooftop scene in you look hideous on me!! but if we're talking hyunjae then it'd be the scene after that, where y/n tells him (and juyeon) what happened on the rooftop and he's just like "sunwoo will be back bc every hour is missing y/n hours" :')

4. AHAHA NOPE not that [redacted] scene, though maybe i'll write it out and put it on the burner blog eventually. i think for the juyeon chem lab one i had more ideas for the scene in the chem lab. for example, y/n gets so nervous and drops some tool into the organic waste (true story, very embarrassing. cute lab partner found it funny tho. pretty sure my TA laughed too)

5. i listen to sad/slow songs when writing angst :') which is also the only time i listen to sad songs LOL. but ngl sometimes music is distracting when i'm trying to hear the flow of the words in my head

7. BORDERLINE PLAGIARISM AHAHA. it's gotta be between my big three (chem lab, soulmates, younghoon) + the jaehyun (soon to be hyunjae) christmas fic? i'll have to reread the younghoon one to judge but since the sunwoo one had more world building, let's go with that

8. one shots 🤡 bc yes commitment issues. although i'm getting better with writing longer word counts!! i know a writer who considers 10k a drabble and um i hope i don't end up like that

9. baekhyun's drown for you look hideous on me 🤡 gives u an idea of what was in the [redacted] scene. AHAHA DEFINITELY NOT AGE APPROPRIATE but yes that's what i listened to when writing that scene hehe

11. umm... dialogue/plot driven? i guess i try for emotions and character development tho

12. u know my fave authors already :') i think the ones i like tend to write very poetically? much description, very flow. and love isn't real 🙄

13. 2011 :') i was inspired by cute kpop boys ok. come this far in terms of improvement in writing? i'm at a plateau now ok 😭 probably peak rn though. i think i finally surpassed my 2017 writing

14. i would like to pretend they never existed but at the same time, yes they are a good indication of growth

#ask

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multmilk · 5 years ago

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ours to share | SuperM

Fandom: SuperM (all members)

Pairings: SuperM x reader, college!mark x reader, college!taeyong x reader, photographer!ten x reader, playboy!taemin x reader, gamer!taeyong x reader, bassist!mark x reader, sugardaddy!jongin x reader, fratboy!baekhyun x reader, fwb!lucas x reader

Genre/Prompts: college au, sugar daddy au, social media au, fraternity au, fwb au; fluff, angst, smut

introduction

(A/N: LINK ISN’T WORKING IM SO MAD BUT PARTS 1-7 IS ALREADY UP UNDER THE TAGS ‘ours to share’, ‘multmilk writings’. I am so sorry!)

Y/N Y/L/N is the main character. She lives with her two best friends, Mark and Taeyong. They all had normal and busy college lives until the boys join a fraternity. Y/N wasn’t a model all her life until someone came along.

Lee Minhyuk or better known as Mark, is broke college student who plays in a bar near the university. He became famous after doing a medley with his best friends. He has always liked Y/N, trying to bury that in the deepest part of his heart not wanting to ruin their friendship.

Lee Taeyong was the bubbly one among the three. He copes through everyone’s bullshit by playing games online and posting it (certified gamer™️) while making money. He has been going through a very tough time for a while but no one seemed to notice, that was until one summer night when everything got fucked up.

Byun Baekhyun is a multi-millionaire CEO of his own fasion company, Privé Alliance. He was known to be notorious; he was the leader of the fraternity ‘SuperM’. He was looking for a new model, someone young and free to model for his company. Lucky for him, the two boys bring exactly what he needs.

Kim Jongin, a famous supermodel. Not only does he pose for Vogue, Elle and Privé, he struts the walks of Gucci, Chanel and Marc Jacobs. Supposedly, he was going to do a shoot for D&G but he turned it down once he learned that a new girl will be modelling for Privé, he makes sure to guide her in the business— not knowing that he needed to guide his heart too.

Everybody loves bad boys don’t they? Wong Yukhei is a school mate of Y/N, Mark and Taeyong. He is also known as a famous biker, owning sweet and brand new rides, some he even takes to school. Y/N was the only one to see through his facade. What could he possibly be hiding from people that he had to act all bad boy in front of everyone?

Lee Taemin graduated top in his Literature class. He used to be a man whore in his university, only for it to stop once he settled down and wrote novels about greek mythology as people in disguise. He became a famous writer but he is also known as the founder of ‘SuperM’.

Chittaphon Ten is an amateur photographer, his works usually capture neon noir street themes. He also works for Baekhyun’s company as their official photographer. Meeting Y/N on her first shoot definitely changed him, is it a good change or a bad one?

Would Y/N be changed completely once she gets sucked into the lavishness of the lifestyle? Or will she get out of it before everything goes to shit?

A/N: More chapters will be released 😉 If you liked this, like & reblog to share my work! 💕

date posted: april 2020

#nct lucas smut #nct mark smut #nct taeyong smut #nct ten smut #baekhyun smut #kai smut #jongin smut #taemin smut #superm smut #superm fic #superm angst #superm fluff

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softly-savage-mint-yoongi · 4 years ago

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content creator year in review

I was tagged by the ever-delightful @j-pping to do this and I am so touched this is a lovely thing to do :c Thank you so much darling! <3 first creation and most recent creation of 2020: First creation was... according to my archives, I posted the second chapter of Allotrope on New Year’s Day. Most recent creation was...the Allotrope Christmas Special. one of your favorite creations from 2020: Oh! I really, really loved the Robinhood AU I wrote for @guardians-of-exo based on her moodboard way back some months ago! It has since been removed and launched me into wanting to write an interwoven AU based in Medieval era with her, so embarking on that adventure has been really fun and adventurous! a creation you’re really proud of: Hm, literally without turning this into a gush-fest about Allotrope, I’d say... the universe of our collab series, An Adventurer’s Guide to Romance. It might not seem like it but making nine timelines connect and overlap is hard. It only gets harder to entertain and write something new and fun without getting repetitive- especially when writing the same situation from another character’s perspective. I’m proud of how well it has gone so far and I can guarantee to you that’s why it takes so long to write each one after the next- I have to go back and reread and follow timelines and stuff to make sure I’m at the correct point in time of the story! a new style you tried this year and a gifset/fic that uses it: Uhh... I don’t have anything like that. I suppose you could say for style, that would be the series mentioned above that I collab on with @guardians-of-exo. I had read the entirety of Welcome to the Exodus Mall, an amazing and brilliantly colorful series by a writer I admire, @yehet-me-up. I was so blown away by the way she weaves everything together and felt inspired to write something in that fun kind of interwoven space because how freaking cool is a bunch of backstory and from characters you love when their arc is over??? a creation that took you forever: Ohoho, does it count if it is not over...? I have four creations that have been WIPs all year. One is Heat Seekers, a Chanyeol x f.reader set in a futuristic/dystopian AU, a really super personal piece for Yoongi called Desiderium, a fluffy and domestic Baekhyun piece that I can only write when I am in a very specific and soft mood, and lastly is my multi-chaptered Namjoon x f.reader Magic AU, Moonchild (which will probably get a rewrite). your creation that received the most notes this year: Without a doubt that would be Allotrope chapter 2, with 280 notes. Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful for every single one, but I would probably be a lot more discouraged by the perpetual decrease in notes as the story progressed if I didn’t absolutely find this story loving and wonderful and if I were not at peace being proud how honored I am to have been able to write it for Junmyeon. a creation you think deserved more notes: This is a cringe-worthy question. But I suppose, if I could wish for it, it would have been that the Allotrope chapter 7 would have received a bit more notes. NOT for the fact that I feel like it wasn’t well-loved, but the anxiety in me wants to make sure it was seen by the people who care to have read it through and I feel like its current count isn’t accurate enough to reflect that wish. I want people to know how the couple ended the story. Really, I know the two biggest fans of it, @jenmyeons and @kyungseokie read it more than once (I love you both thank you so much always), and that they love it so much. I just want to be sure everyone who ever gave me support and liked this story has had a chance to read its ending. <3 a new fandom you joined and a creation you made for it: ASLKDHALSLKFG Stray Kids because Changbin and Chan choose violence daily, but I haven’t had a chance to write anything for it yet. Although, I’ve had plenty of time to read things for them and lemme just say, bless you Skz fanfic writers. MVPs, all of them. Perhaps one day when I can’t contain myself anymore I’ll write something, ha! a creation you made that breaks your heart: Without a doubt, Allotrope. Breaks it down into tiny pieces and builds it back together again over and over. Also more recent, the quick and dirty Estiferous, all because of its cause for inspiration that was the fake scandal that dragged Chanyeol through the mud. dearest @saebyeog-i and I were in a fucking FIT. It’s not the best thing I’ve ever written but it was still heartbreaking to thinking about it and then to write it. JUST LOVE HIM. a ‘simple’ creation that you really love: THIS IS EASY- Ameliorate! This sweet domestic fluff fic I wrote for @kyungseokie when she was not quite feeling so well and I had just finished writing Saccharine for AAGTR after watching 100 Days My Prince so I was hella in my Ksoo feels. a creation that was inspired by another one: This one isn’t writing lmao, it’s this portrait drawing I did of Chanyeol, which was inspired by his photos for 1 Billion Views, so technically inspired by another work, just, still not of the writing variety. a favorite creation made by someone else: Ooh for sure there are several, even if not written this year! Welcome to the Exodus Mall series by @yehet-me-up as mentioned above, Fortune Favors the Brave and Meminerunt Omnia Amantes by @j-pping, The War by @guardians-of-exo. Bitter Brews by @saebyeog-i (I love you and like it’s your fault, even without this adorable story, that I have a big fat crush on Johnny). Transference by @dark-muse-iris that I scream about whenever I can, Void and other works (like Gwanghae Flow) by @btssavedmylifeblr, literally anything and everything (but especially Light Sakura) by @yeoldontknow, I’ll be Yours by @jiminbbyboy The Rich Man’s Crochet Club by @kpopfanfictrash along with every other work she’s written. Sweeter Than Sweet by @gimmesumsuga, Wanted (and Tentacledipity of the same AU) by @jincherie, and all things written by @jenmyeons (but extra love for Fine Dining Chanyeol and The Dating Problem Junmyeon, omg.) and @kyungseokie (especially Dichotomy and the following Car Je T’aime and Clair de Lune (I am a sucker for her Baekhyun okay T~T)). literally so many others, oof. some of your favorite content creators of the year: See above. uwu Enjoy the last few days of 2020 and ring in a safe, healthy and happy New Year for 2021, everyone. Love you! <3

#content creator year in review #fanfic writer #exo fanfiction #bts fanfiction #nct fanfiction #content creator #tag games

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allyreads · 6 years ago

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fic recommendations

this is a list of few of my favourite fics, check my reblogs for even more fics !!

author recommendations here

search the members’ initials to see what i recommend that isn’t on this list!! (kth for kim taehyung, ick for im changkyun, etc.)

fandoms i read: bts, svt, mx, exo, got7 and nct (so far)

disclaimer:

1. this is not a complete list, i’ll keep adding to it.

2. majority of these contain or are smut

3. very angsty so be careful of your heart

got7:

jaebum:

far from home - @red-exo

a light-hearted read that doesn’t use the most complex of vocabulary yet is able to make me feeeeeel all sort ways. although based on a simple concept, the story will definitely hike JB up your bias list!!

jinyoung:

the noisy neighbours - @chickenkooks

mark:

i want desire (a series) - @taexual

who doesn’t love a good mafia AU! series

bts:

seokjin:

currents - @yeoldontknow

one of the most powerful fanfictions ive ever read. all the revelations at the end…i can’t find any other words to describe how powerful it was.

hoseok:

systems of touch - @yeoldontknow

fuelled by love and sexual tension, this story portrays a rather professional side of jung hoseok and a reader through an artistic storyline.

oceans of gold - @junqkook

always had a soft spot for greek mythology (as mentioned below in yoongi’s) the myth of apollo and hyacinth were incorporated perfectly into this fic i’m obsessed.

jungkook:

policeofficer!jungkook - @nothingatallspecialinanyway

inspired by the music video, it’s a simple and hot piece of writing that portrays the AU!possible sexy side of jeon jungkook

oblivion - @softlyjiminie

demon!AU’s are just the best. this has angst too UGH I LOVE.

young wolf - @junqkook

for game of thrones fanatics ;)

forever and a night - @gukyi

a heartbreaking yet lovely werewolf!JK fic

not quite lovers - @junqkook

a hot ass fic, as expected from yara. in this fic the reader is the CEO rather than the guy. it was a refreshing change of perspective

rottenfolk - @junqkook

faerie jk is rotten alright

after dark - @seokoloqy

the sea & the storm - @jamaisjoons

P E R F E C T I O N honestly. so well written and so well thought out and the concept isn’t like any other im so in love

the turing test - @fortunexkookie

there are so many kook stories that i adore and this is one of them that i read so far. it’s another multi-chapter android!jungkoo; and recommend this story so much it’s so carefully crafted.

the monogamy monologues - @kpopfanfictrash

comedy gold, honestly. it’s so funny and so romantic and an amazing late-night read where you get lost in jungkook’s eyes through the form of words.

rattled - @taehyungforreal

i know the series just started but i can’t help but fall for single dad!JK and i can’t wait to see how the series progresses

namjoon:

legacy - @mintjoonlep

intro: for her - @jamaisjoons

yoongi:

upgrade - @gukgalore

sorry tae, but i think yoongi has won here in this one

1. hello paradise my name is

2. mint

3. aidoneus, my love - @seokoloqy

i’m a sucker for greek mythology so it’s natural that this whole hades!AU series has got to be one of my favourite yoongi fics

heart haunting - @jamaisjoons

taehyung:

the morning after - @softlyjiminie

i just realised i didn’t list any tae fics when i first created this, but i found one!! this is a short, poetic angst / smut written in a genre i can never ever get bored of: the powerful, lingering feelings for an ex lover

1-800-music-street - @httpjeon

buzzed - @ junqkook

warm - @ httpjeon

i’m seeing a pattern in these fics...roommate!taehyung. there’s something so simple and sweet about this concept. gives me hope that love (and sex) can be exciting even in a domestic setting.

everythingoes - @jamaisjoons

so. fucking. good. OH MY GOD. this fic shook me to the core. unrequited love! angst! new found love! all my fucking favourites i love this fic pls go read it i don’t care if it’s 24k words and it’s 3am just go read it ok thanks bye.

taboo - @jhspetitegf

professor!taehyung oops

jimin:

lovebug - @ httpjeon

rockin’ the coffin - @ junqkook

HOT DAMN (it’s all i can say tbfh)

casual clothes - @httpjeon

faded love - @jamaisjoons

my all time fave genre: angst on divorcées / exes who still love each other. this piece was written to perfection. *chef’s kiss*

bloom - @ jamaisjoons

similar to seungcheol’s fic (listed below), this is also about the hanahaki disease and unrequited love. (my favourite!) i sound like a sadist but i promise i’m not

ot7:

eternal orbit - @interludemoonchild

stumbled across this and spent hours reading this series. every single second was worth it. i love the development of character and relationships between each of them. can’t wait for the next few chapters.

nct:

ten:

mine - @whereisten

demon!ten is seriously what i live for. such a hot, sexy fic i loved it. can’t really say much because you’ve got to read it to truly understand just how one demon can really rid you of your sanity.

lucas:

lovestruck!lucas - @warmau

exo:

baekhyun:

nothing like us - @ohh-baekhyun

enough - @kpopfanfictrash

a heart-clenching, emotional angst that potrayed the falling out of and falling back in love perfectly. alongside that came sensual smut to emphasise the connection AU!baekhyun had with the reader. it’s a lovely piece, everyone should check it out.

behave - @elle-lowriting

dom!baekhyun is just… wow. who knew a five letter, authoratative word could have such an effect. i know, me neither. catch a glimpse of baek’s dominance with this fic!!

light - @writing-exo-things

an extremely creative take on fanfictions, created based off exo’s latest demonic-esque concept. intriguing storylines such as this are then well planned out such as this one right here ^ i really recommend reading a few of her/his works. here’s the masterlist for the whole x-ėxø series. it’s a wonderful concept.

mister - @angstyexo

chen:

i hate you - @soobadnoonecanstopher

similar to far from home (JB’s fic), this piece is based on a rather common idea. this one was an enemies to lovers AU. it’s fun to read a tension-filled relationship that is soon resolved by unexpected ways. in short, this was a blithe and beguiling story.

saudade - @fairyyeols

a slightly heartbreaking but lovely mixture of angst and fluff

chanyeol:

the dress - @thotantics

black tie - @yeoldontknow

my universe - @sehunniiie

the etymology of us - @8bityeol

bodyguard - @optimizche

junmyeon/suho:

automatic - @exosmutxoxo

( i can’t find the link for this :((( )

jongin/kai:

reunited wrongly - @causekpop

heaven - @fairyyeols

seventeen:

jun:

ashes - @taexual

i knew i had to add this to the list right away after reading it. overall, this is a piece that portrays angst and a deteriorating relationship perfectly.

heat - @guccisvt

if u enjoy werewolf!AU’s and hot sexual tension like i weirdly do, this fic is for you. a little lengthy, but worth every word.

mingyu:

but he didn’t - @pasteluji

i clearly have a thing for angst these days but this fic really crushed my heart. managed to portray everything so well: the situation itself and the perspective of BOTH characters I LOVE IT

seungcheol:

what you can’t have - @guccisvt

unrequited love with a twist

monsta x:

hyungwon:

#ally-127’s #fic recommendations #kpop writing #kpop smut #kpop fanfiction #bts #seventeen #exo #got7 #nct

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an-annyeoing-writer · 4 years ago

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vulnerability. – chap. 2.

Story info:

Pair: Byun Baekhyun x Reader

Rating: +18 for mentions of s*x and violence (future chapters)

Genre: angst, smut

Chapter info:

Release date: 4th June 2021

Word count: 2 751

Warnings: mentions of criminal activity

Vulnerability Masterlist || Fanfiction Masterlist || Ko-Fi

Taglist:

@shesdreaminginoverdose @mybiasdashboard @marimsun @byuns-asscheeks @multi--kpop--fanfics @vunv @making-me-blush @skittlez-area512 @bloopbloopkai @byuns-asscheeks @baekyeonoreo @kimcarinaa

Please, always comment on the newest chapter if you wish to be added to/removed from the taglist. I will be also checking the tags, so if you're shy – feel free to leave a note this way.

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Chap. 2.

“What’s my name?”

“Baekhyun.”

“Wrong.”

A stroke of the riding crop over her chest makes the woman whimper. She’s older than him, but it doesn’t matter. Right now, everything about her – her age, name, wants and aversions – they’re all reduced to the leather collar around her neck.

“How are you to address me?”

“Master” she doesn’t hesitate.

The man does, though – he stares her down just for a few seconds, as if to judge her, before he speaks again.

“Good.”

Her gaze follows him as he walks slowly around her, observing her body’s reaction. She’s not to move, not to ask questions. She’s to accept it.

“I’m going to beat you with the crop now. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Bend over.”

* * *

The day was long, but Baekhyun found himself relieving stress in one of his favorite ways.

This time, he sat in The Queen of Spades alone, sipping whiskey and silently watching people around him, eventually ending up staring into the alcohol’s surface instead, until it disappeared entirely and there were only a few pieces of ice at the bottom left to look at. Once they melted, he’d drink them up as well – and it would probably happen, as he wasn’t about to leave anytime soon. There was not much to do.

His eyes landed on the small cut on the inside of his palm, placed next to the glass; the cut was still fresh, but not deep enough to require medical assistance, or even bandaging for that matter. Accidents happened – in some jobs more than in others. The best he could do was to make sure that accidents like this would not follow him back home.

He heard his phone vibrate, but it took him a few seconds to pick it up.

“Hello.”

“Hi there, Hyunie.”

The familiar voice made him sigh deeply with annoyance.

“You don’t sound happy to hear me,” the feminine voice on the other side spoke in slight offense.

“Sorry, it’s not your fault, Luna, I thought I’d be off for the night,” he admitted honestly; the woman’s presence was not something he minded much, but she wasn’t one who ever brought good news, so his mood instantly dropped the moment he heard her voice.

“Well, tonight you can rest, I have something for tomorrow, though.”

Baekhyun exhaled, already rubbing his temples.

“Spill it, I guess.”

“It’s an office. They have a very good security and our hacker couldn’t get in, so we need someone to go there and get some physical copies out, take a few pics and then leave them where they were. No footprints. We need the copies by Monday, and I’ll send someone to give you the details in person tomorrow.”

“Alright. I’ll be waiting.”

“One more thing.”

“What’s that?” He was ready to hang up; thinking became too tiring. But tomorrow; tomorrow, he’d consider this; now was his time off.

“You did leave footprints today, everyone knows. That you got in trouble, and the police were called. What if they recognize you?”

The man snorted in response.

“No way, I know our safety measures. I wouldn’t let them see my face. It was just an accident, okay. A harmless one. I know better and it won’t happen again” he elaborated, feigning confidence – anything just to make this conversation end.

“Are you sure it was harmless?” Luna was the most composed as she spoke, her voice completely ridden of emotions, and that was what started to worry him. As he knew, carelessness and light humor were typical of her, not this seriousness and solemnity.

“What do you mean?”

“The police have a sample of your blood” she finally spilled. “It wasn’t enough to extract your DNA, but it’s already something. Be careful next time, could you?”

His heart dropped. Confidence was gone.

“…Got it.”

“That’s all. Just take care of yourself, Hyunie.”

“Yeah…”

“Sleep well tonight. You have a long day ahead.” She made a quiet smooch sound.

“Goodnight, Luna.”

The line went dead.

For the next few minutes, Baekhyun stared straight ahead, seemingly deep in thought.

In fact, though, he was depleted of thoughts. He was stuck in the bubble of no thinking, no reasons, no emotions, as his brain processed the information it just gathered, but the process was happening outside of his consciousness.

He wished to stay in his thoughtless bubble for longer, but the thin barrier between his consciousness and his internal dialogue finally broke, and he was flooded with everything that he’d been keeping at bay ever since the conversation started.

And so, Byun Baekhyun started contemplating all the things that he preferred to keep away from himself, so as to not spiral into depression and frustration.

He chose a job, thinking, that the breach of law will give him the freedom he desperately wanted.

He ended up dependent on other people to the point where not even the law could protect him anymore; exactly the opposite – the law didn’t seem much of an obstacle anymore, in comparison to all the other things he got tangled in. It wasn’t a lifestyle that one could escape, and he’d learned it way too late.

He tried to achieve independence, but he became a pawn in other people’s hands, irrelevant to the big things happening around; trusted and respected, yet simply disposable at someone else’s command.

There was only one way he knew that could help him regain the sense of control.

And that was how Byun Baekhyun coped.

* * *

“Bend over.”

She obliges without a question, leaning over the table in front of her. Apparently, he’s interested in her behind, rather than the chest that was only a bit pink from the previous hits. She’s an obedient, but slightly frisky one, one that aims to please while also hoping for some pleasure for herself, getting bored easily, but also fussy if something goes not as she wants. Baekhyun breaks her spirit every time they meet, ridding her of any remaining selfishness.

But she enjoys the pain. He makes sure she enjoys nothing else.

The first hit makes her moan, rather than resist. Her skin is smooth, with no scars, and he makes sure it won’t stay this way for much longer, at least for the next few weeks that it will take to heal after he’s done.

The next few swats must feel nice as well, but then her voice falters and turns into quiet whimpers. She doesn’t try to move away, instead, she leans back, at least for the next few hits until it becomes too much and she tries to move away instead.

She doesn’t speak, and neither does he; the sound of the riding crop hitting her bottom mixes with her breath becoming strained and whines becoming louder from pain.

* * *

It was a few days later that Baekhyun sat again in his favorite, cozy area of The Queen of Spades, with a man taller, but younger than himself; it was not so difficult to be taller than Baekhyun, but at the age of 29, most of the people in his circle of closest friends were younger, while most of the ones in his work field were older, which was some sort of a good sign, meaning that he’s worth more than most people of his age.

29 years old – a confusing age. He should have had his life figured out by now, and, to some extent, he had – he knew what he was good at, and what he could do to slowly ensure himself a stable retirement. But to say he was pleased with his career of choice would probably be a misstatement. Yet, that was what he had, and that was what he needed to accept.

They sat on the leather couch that he usually occupied. The taller, bar-styled table and two chairs were on the right side of the couch – he usually used them when carrying on serious conversations. But currently, he was there just to rest, and so in use was the couch. He glanced at the man on his side – leaning his head on Baekhyun’s shoulder, looking fragile despite, in comparison to Baekhyun, being the stronger silhouette.

“Don’t fall asleep, Sehun.”

No answer came, and he didn’t feel a strong need to disturb the other’s rest. Maybe it wouldn’t be too appropriate to sleep in such a place, making an impression of getting drunk over the limits – which was not really the case, alcohol wasn’t the reason for Sehun’s tiredness – however, in fact, who was there to judge them? Especially with Baekhyun being a regular customer who knew everyone else with such a title; and most of them knew what he was up to as well, and why the people he came with usually were not in the most energetic moods.

The music playing in The Queen of Spadeswas usually quiet and climatic, R&B and jazz tunes mixed with the voices of people, and people coming here usually didn’t try stir the bar’s aura.

In fact, it was exactly the opposite.

The moment a person entered the bar, welcomed by the dim space of browns, beiges, woods, and crystals, their soul instantly filled with the calm atmosphere. The aesthetic and climate gave a clear cue, that intruding them wouldn’t be worth much; it was the best to accept and follow, to allow the place to create the unique experience.

“Sehun, are you sleeping?” Baekhyun glanced at the other, and the man only hummed lowly in response. Baekhyun’s shoulder began to cramp, so he gently lifted the other’s head and rested it on the couch’s backrest instead. Sehun instantly moved a little to adjust, but it didn’t seem like he’d want to get up anytime soon. Baekhyun eyed the bruises on his neck – slowly darkening fingerprints of his own.

The bar’s door suddenly opened, catching his attention with noise when the door accidentally hit the wall. Two girls walked in: one of them he saw come here a few times before, alone and not, and the other… well, the other he had not only seen before, but would most likely see in the future as well. What a coincidence.

[F/n] looked nothing like when he last saw her; primarily because, at the museum, she wore modest clothes that suited the situation. Now, in tight fitted pants and a loose shirt exposing a fair amount of cleavage, she looked way more like a girl of her age, similar to many others that came to the bar every day. If not for the fact he knew her, he wouldn’t have paid her much attention now; however, he did know a bit, and if not her appearance, then at least the personality behind it kept his eyes on her until she looked over her shoulder, sparing him a shy glance, as though either knowing he’s looking at her, or, at the very least, expecting him in the same place as he usually was – in fact, he guessed it would be the latter.

She smiled at him softly, and he reciprocated the smile, tension on his face dissipating; the smile grounded him, in a way, reminding him of the fact that, just as he could watch anyone now, he could also be watched. His presence also didn’t make her as tense as it did before, which was relieving – he started worrying if he didn’t go too far during their official first meeting. The word sensitive written on the page of his notebook wasn’t taken out of the blue. She was fragile, he could tell; not in a bad way – but he knew how his demeanor impacted her back then. But that was sort of a proof in itself, a proof of her determination, because despite this impact, she didn’t back out when she had the chance to.

He still felt that she’s not completely aware of what came with the lifestyle – hobby? activity? – that she was getting herself into. Yet, when he thought about it, how could anyone know that for sure, before they had a taste of what’s it like? If anything, he could give her a chance, he thought; a trial, to see if not only she’s in for her own indulgence, but if she can handle what he himself is interested in.

“Wazzup?” Sehun’s voice sounded by his side. The man was undoubtedly good at recognizing his changes in moods. When Baekhyun didn’t feel confident enough to say too much, it was usually Sehun who asked the questions, allowing him to spill out what was on his mind.

“Nothing much. There’s a girl, though, she wants to join” he explained slowly. Sehun’s face didn’t change at the statement.

“You want to take her?”

“Not sure yet.”

“Ah, so.”

“What do you think?” Baekhyun glanced down at the other; Sehun didn’t look at him, his eyes remained closed.

“Well, I don’t know her. But since Byeoli moved out, your circle’s been kind of empty. There’s me, Chaejang, Lisa… well, yeah, that’s it. You haven’t taken anyone new in a while, and old ones are leaving… Aren’t you getting bored?”

“I’m not bored with any of you.” The statement was simple, but meaningful; Sehun smiled softly at that.

“Well, but you seem to have a lot of free time now, and when you have too much free time, you do stupid things.”

Baekhyun scoffed.

“I mean it.” Sehun looked at him directly now. “You’re getting lonely. You need stimuli.”

To the last statement, there was no answer. The men sat there in silence for some more time, until the glasses became empty, until there was nothing more to sit there for, and until the night became so deep that it threatened with becoming the morning soon.

* * *

“Will this be all?”

“Yes, thank you.”

You gave the customer in front of you a bill with the price of his purchase – an average one, just some grocery; not like you paid it much attention – and took the calculated amount of cash from his hand. No change, no problem. You shared a warm smile, as warm as you could muster up at the late hour. It was one of the days when your natural shyness and introversion didn’t get in the way, and you could enjoy the few polite words exchanged with the people passing the store.

“Thank you, goodnight.”

Right as the door closed behind the man, your phone suddenly called and you reached under the counter, where some of your personal things rested during your shift, ready to reach for if necessary.

“Hello?”

“Hello. Am I disturbing you?” Your heart skipped at the familiarity of the voice. However, this time it wasn’t due to anxiety – you started to look forward to his response, and it was like butterflies in your stomach when you received one. You probably should save his number, though.

“Um… Not much” you replied honestly.

“Is your Friday afternoon free?”

“This Friday?” It was Wednesday, you consulted your imaginary calendar.

“Yeah” he replied shortly.

“Um… Sorry, I have the night shift. Saturday?” You counteroffered right away, not wanting him to take your response as a rejection.

“Won’t you be tired?”

“I’ll sleep it off before the afternoon. I’m used to it.” Your free hand fiddled nervously with the strap of your ID badge.

“Hm, okay then. Can we meet at The Queen of Spades? I live nearby too.”

“Where are we going?”

“To my place.” He hesitated for just a second or two. “Are you okay with that?”

The statement made all the cogs in your head move. You hesitated now, too.

Was it what you thought it was? You couldn’t be sure – it could have been just another one of the ordinary meetings, one to get to know each other better, one to pass free time. It was still soon – you didn’t expect it to happen so fast. Even in the span of the time that has passed ever since seeing him for the first time, till reaching this particular point – it still felt so fast, as though after all these years of hopeless yearning you weren’t ready for jumping into the deep end and bringing your dreams to life.

Yet, your instincts were at ease, no red flags, no suspicions. You didn’t feel a need to refuse, or to wait. What would happen if you did – wouldn’t you end up regretting it? Would you be stuck in your safe-zone forever? Although you felt naïve in your trust, you still trusted your instincts foremost.

So the answer came naturally.

“Yes. Yes, I’m in.”

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